A sharp spank to her rear sent Mulan yelping to her feet.
"Tag! You're it!" laughed Ling, the tall, thin one of the Trio.
"Not now, Ling!" she said, falling into her guy voice as she tried to cover her body. (How to do it in a manly fashion was her immediate worry.)
"She knows my name!" Ling grinned, fluttering his eyes. "My prowess must be famous among the "ladies"!"
" "Prowess", my butt," Yao snorted. ("No, my butt," Mulan muttered.)
"The "ladies" love a man who can make them laugh," he pulled Mulan to him before she could hide from Yao. "Exhibit A."
"You mean Exhibit W. And *I* say women like manly guys!" Yao pulled her towards him. "I brought Ping, and I got the finder's discount!"
"Ping?" Ouch! She had been so rattled by meeting a whore she forgot her soldier name was Ping Fa, *not* father's, Zhou Fa.
"Me and Chien-Po ante'ed up the money for Ping's first fuck, too!" Ling yanked her back to him.
"They don't allow double-dipping!" Yao snarled. This time his arm went across her ass and held her by her bare hip next to him.
"Then we'll let her decide!" Ling reached around pulled her to him by her upper arm against himself. A breast was squashed against his coarse coat.
"Whores don't get to decide!" His other hand went up to take possession of her other breast.
"Hey!!" Mulan hit Yao in his black eye. The blow sent him backwards. He still held her; Ling still had her.
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